Here are a few more pictures of me tied up during a weekend bondage adventure I had a while back.

This was part of a complete weekend in bondage, where I was tied up or chained down from Friday night thru Sunday afternoon. These were taken on Saturday afternoon, prior to this little bondage challenge we did later that same day.

By the time these particular pictures were taken, I had already spent probably 15 hours in various forms of bondage.

I was chained to bed the night before, locked into a set of bondage stocks for a few hours that morning, and then stretched out and chained up against the St. Andrews Cross (the one you can see in these images). After spending a few more hours playing erotic torment games with my body as I was strapped to the cross, my captor eventually asked if I needed a break. I indicated that I did, and felt relieved when he began unlocking the chains that were keeping me stretched out on the cross.

When all of the chains binding me to the cross were finally removed, I was so exhausted from the hours of bondage and struggling that I basically collapsed on the floor next to the cross. I must have fallen asleep as I laid there, because when I became aware of my surroundings again I was already chained into an inescapable but comfortable hogtie. I had no recollection of this happening, but it thrilled me to the core. I love waking up in bondage! And became instantly turned on as I started to struggle against the chains and leather restraints locked around my body. My captor was no where around…

I had no idea how long I was asleep or how long I struggled in this hogtie. All I knew is that I was definitely enjoying my bondage weekend!

Eventually I heard the door of the playroom being unlocked, and could sense my captor walking around me. He silently watched me continue to struggle for a while, and I did my best to give him a good show. But the restraints held fast. Eventually he got himself involved again, and forced me onto my back. With my arms locked behind me and my feet chained to my wrists, I was completely at his mercy. He straddled my body and sat down against my thighs, which made it virtually impossible to move. Using one hand to gently flick my nipples through my tight catsuit, he firmly held the other against my erection. As I’ve told you many times before, this kind of play is what turns me on the most. I could only grunt through the gag to show him my frustration, but he just kept slowly driving me to the edge.

But going over the edge was not in his plans just yet. After probably 20 minutes of this play, he got up and began to unlock the chains hogtying me. Within a few minutes, I was standing again and used a key he had given me to unlock the leather restraints around my wrists and ankles. I was a free man.

Here are some of the pictures my captor took of me chained down in this hogtie. They aren’t the best quality, but you should be able to clearly make out the image of a man wearing a skin tight PVC catsuit chained down into an inescapable hogtie, and ready for whatever kinky torment his captor wants to give him.